The Witch

Mother was a heartless she-elf bitch and father was delicious and your child-hood was anything but normal. Born with tremendous magical talent and an unnatural hunger for deflowering and devouring virgins, adult-hood has been anything but usual.

Here you sit with a young adept of the church. The girl, raised in the convent, has only ever thought of her breasts as heavy inconveniences and men, children of the maker. You convinced her that you wished to know more about the maker's teachings and for the past hour she's lectured you as you've plied some hexes.

Removed of her inhibitions the girl removed her hood to show a sweet heart-shaped face and pale blonde hair. Her eyes, a chocolate brown began to wander as you hexed her visions and feelings of lust. The last ten minutes she's been rubbing her holy beads but between her fingers and her hidden lips.

The girl would orgasm with a touch from your hand, but teasing and tempting the release has always been more satisfying. It flavors the meat.

"The Maker," She tries to continue, "Teaches us that it is a sin to lie with another whom is not your vowed husband or wife, but the maker does not teach us that laying is a sin. NO, on the contrary, the maker instructs all who take their vows that laying with another is a blessing. Further the maker would... forgive any who might lay with another outside of wedlock. For instance in the alcove behind the rectory..."